﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉ san ran his hands through his wet hair as he sent you a message for the hundredth time in the day.

san: ain't no way i got the wrong number, bro

san: u tryna tell me that girl gave me a random number? no way

san: if i can't get with her.. i might as well get with you

san: stop ignoring me

san: you leaving me on read and i don't like that